Posts Tagged ‘everyday life’
Cardinal Ratzinger (now Pope Benedict XVI) wrote wise words about the need for joy, and Wittingshire shares some of them.
Author Lisa Harris isn’t resting on her laurels – she’s got several books in the pipeline. I read her cozy mystery Recipe for Murder, and enjoyed it quite a bit. In fact, that’s how I found her blog, which is what prompted me to write to her and ask if she’d like to be on the Ladies for Life blogroll. (If there are other lady authors of good, clean reads you think might be pro-life, please either drop them a line letting them know about this blog, or let me know, and I’ll issue them an invitation. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the big press folks don’t generally toss a lot of support behind authors of good, clean reads. So I guess it’s up to us little people…) Oh, and I see at her blog that she’s having a bit of trouble with people mixing her up with a secular author who has used Lisa Harris as a pen name. There are hazards with having a common name…
Lost in Holland has been having adventures trying to establish residency in a foreign country. They’ve also “registrated” their marriage there. She asks – and I have no answer – whether registrated is a Dutchified word, or if the bureaucracy there thinks it is using English.
Marcie at Loveable Dysfunction has been taking kids to the library.
At Martin Eke, the family is celebrating a three-year-old coming home from the hospital.
Mary Meets Dolly is asking Catholics to get ahead of the curve on what the church teaches on genetic engineering, and provides an overview, during which she says that it is important to “make a strong distinction between gene therapy and genetic enhancement. These concepts are often confused and lumped together, but there are important moral differences.” In another post, she looks at ‘medical treatments’ like assisted suicide, that eliminate the patient instead of the problem.
At Mommy Life, Barbara is celebrating having a husband home from the hospital.
At Mommy Monsters, Heidi is taking on anti-adoption advocates, specifically those targeting Catholics. She is also correcting something she wrote earlier about a book called The Adoption Mystique.
Via Monthly Call for Life, there’s a pro-life multimedia website that is looking for submissions and roving reporters. One of the posts there features a video of a singer named Janis Clarke, lending her wonderful voice to the fight for the unborn. (She’s new to me, hang on while I google…) Her website is here. Her latest CD is called A Voice for Life. I think I’m safe adding her to the blogroll without asking…
Please note: Except for pro-life advocates, I do not generally add anyone to the blogroll except by request. If you are a lady, and pro-life, and want to be on the blogroll, please apply in the comments at any post. (This one will do nicely.) Your blog doesn’t have to deal with pro-life issues, it just must be hosted or co-hosted by a lady for life.
When I went to college in the 1970s, the feminists on campus swooped me into their clique and told me they needed my help changing the world, and I was so flattered and naive I bought into it. More specifically, I bought into it for a while. What cured me more than anything else is that I started taking walks off campus every day. So, every day I got a dose of women walking down the street hand in hand with a husband, or playing tag with their kids, or visiting over the fence with a neighbor, and then I’d go back to the dorm and get a dose of bitterness and ideology. Every day I’d get a dose of women who were comfortable in their own skin, and then I’d go back to hang out with women who pretty much hated their own lives.
One day, sitting on my very 1970s bright orange-yellow bedspread, leaning up against a dorm wall plastered with mottoes such as “Give me a place to stand and I will move the world” (written in a phonetic approximation of Greek, no less), it hit me like a ton of bricks that I had never heard my feminist ‘friends’ laugh with joy. Not once. Nearly every day, away from college, I heard joyous laughter, healthy laughter, heart deep and loving, build-a-person-up laughter, but from the people who were serving as my mentors the closest to that they’d ever come was laughing at someone’s expense. It was mean laughter, cruel and sneering, superior, sometimes triumphant laughter. But it was always at somebody’s expense. There was no happiness in it. Read the rest of this entry »